I'm gonna hit the Powerball and buy a five square mile island in the Pacific, and a bulldozer to throw together a world class rifle range. Tiki bar on the beach with Swedish co-eds tending bar alongside a world class chef. No admittance without at least two rifles (and one better be a Savage or drinks are on you for a week). Wives are welcome but they gotta tolerate a middle aged man walking around virtually nekkid, with a pistol on his hip. Five thatched huts (with servant girls, or boys if you're "like that"- I don't care) rent free for up to three months. Six months if you bring 6 rifles. No phones, internet, or TV, period. The radio at the bar gets turned on for 15 minutes once a day to make sure the rest of the world didn't blow itself up, and if it did, well, I hope you brought plenty of ammo.
Who's in?
If a guy can get a Mai Tai that ain't all watered down I'm in. I'll sell ever thing I got minus a 30-30 and some ammo towards the cause.
